I want to thank everyone who reviewed, I love you guys! thanks! Here is chapter two, for the people who are still interested, but it's pretty short. Enjoy!

!Warning: it changes between Chuck and Blair's POV, A LOT!

Throughout the years that passed, Chuck got more and more depressed. God! Why did he have to be in love with his best friends girl? And why had she abandoned him like that? It was mean and cold, even for the ice-queen of Constance! He thought that he could drown his sorrows away, but it took him a good three years to finally forget about the brown-eyed goddess. And his girls of the day were always look-a-likes. Now being a seventeen year old, an infamous womanizer and one of the richest kid's living in New York City, he felt like no one could touch him. Not even a certain Blair Waldorf.

He had forgotten all about her, and he was sure she would never dare to show her face around New York ever again. How wrong he was…

Blair:

Blair sighed, after a good few hour-flight, the only thing she wanted now was some sleep. But that wouldn't take away the fact that the day after she would have to face her friends again. Her friends who she had abandoned without a word, when she left. She was nervous, nauseous and frightened, of what the day would bring for her. How would Serena take the news that the one and only Blair Waldorf was back in the city? How would her ex boyfriend react, would he greet her with a kiss and a welcome-back hug? And… how would Chuck react? Yes… that was what frightened her the most. How would the boy who's heart she had broken, react? Would he hire someone to kill her? She didn't know, and didn't want to know. Until the tomorrow at least…

After she got dropped off at her hotel, she made her way towards the front desk to check in. Little did she know that this wasn't just some hotel…

Her room number was 1813, which was high up. She smiled remembering that Chuck had had something with heights. She shook her head with a frown, now was not the time to think about him. She grabbed her bags and her luggage and took the nearest elevator up. Moments later she stood in front of her hotel room, she opened the door and studied her home for the next following weeks.

She needed to admit, the room was perfectly decorated. The walls were painted light purple and the whole room was graced with flowers. It was already dark outside, but it was still too early to sleep already. After a while of just sitting around, she got bored and decided she was going down to the public bar to get a drink. She grabbed her purse and left her hotel room.

Chuck:

Chuck was bored to death, this girl was not entertaining at all. She may have looked like a lot of fun, but the moment she got down on him, he discovered she wasn't fun at all. And she was definitely a virgin. God, how he hated virgins!

After he got rid of the girl, who was too much too clingy for his taste, he made his way down to the public bar. He would find another girl, who was much hotter, much more experienced and was much more less-virginal.

Blair:

Blair had just dismissed the, what was like fifth, guy, who had tried to flirt with her. But she wasn't in the mood to flirt, she couldn't concentrate on anything, anyway. She felt strange, like she felt someone's presence, but she couldn't really describe it. It felt like an old feeling she used to have a long time ago. But as she shook her head she focused her mind back on her drink. She took a large sip and signalled for another drink.

Chuck:

Chuck felt like there was something wrong with him. The atmosphere it just fell… strange. He ignored it and observed the room. His eye immediately fell on a beautiful brunette who was sitting just ten feet away from him. But there was something special about her, she felt like a magnet and she was pulling him towards her. He didn't really mind and walked over to the woman who had seemed to have bewitched him, body and soul. But the more closer he came, the more he felt like there was a big heavy stone resting on his chest. This girl was different, he didn't just want to bang her, he wanted more… what was wrong with him? Those curls seemed familiar, just like the creamy skin. He sat down beside her, also her sent was very the same as Blair's used to be… Strawberries…?

Blair:

The strange feeling became worse, and she felt someone sit beside her. She didn't dare to turn, whoever he was, she didn't have time for him anyway. She turned a little more, so she was sure, he couldn't see her face. He was the one who was causing the feeling she noticed. But how? She didn't understand. Then the moment she heard his voice she froze, this was not her day!

''Who's the guy and what did he do?'' the guy asked, but that voice, it couldn't be! It was so familiar yet so different, it was deeper, lower. Darker.

This just couldn't be, she must have mistaken. Though her mind told her not to, she answered, ''There is no guy, I'm just…out.''

Chuck:

His breath caught, this couldn't be! This was overwhelming, and he just wanted it to go away.

''Right, have a wonderful night!'' he said, standing up from his seat and leaving the bar as fast as he could.

Blair: *Sigh*

She felt in one word… relief. The overwhelming feeling was dieing away and her breath turned to normal. Then she panicked,

What was he doing here? Was he staying here as well! Did he recognize her voice? Just like she did his. What was she going to do now? She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. Maybe he hadn't realized, maybe she was taking conclusion too fast. But one thing was sure, she needed to know if he was staying here too. She paid for her drinks and left as fast as she could. It wasn't really haste, it was the need, the need to know. She entered the lobby and searched the room. She was so concentrated on her search that she didn't feel that someone was staring at her all of the time.

She reached the front desk, and with a shaky breath she asked, ''I need to know if there is someone staying in this hotel, could you check?''

She didn't care that she wasn't being as polite as her mother had always told her to be. Her mother was still in Paris, who cared?

''I'm sorry, but I don't know if I'm allowed to do that.'' The blonde bimbo behind the desk smiled fakely, ''But you could always ask the owner of the hotel.'' she added with fake sweetness.

''And who might that be?'' Blair snapped.

Then her breath was once again taken away as she heard him, ''That would be me.''

The one and only Chuck Bass.

I'm sorry, I know this one is very short, especially after such a long wait. But the next one will be longer!

I hope you enjoyed!

-B3ing0bsessed